CHAPTER 1:
My real name is Kendra. I was upset. Everyone was dancing and having so much fun. I felt soo invisisble. Nobody really saw me, now and again someone would ask me if i felt sick or something but I knew they really hadn't cared. The dance was long and I had a headache now. The bus ride home seemed like forever. Loud screaming in the back and obnoxious singing. I tried to tune it out. When the bus stopped at my stop I got off and began walking home. When I finally got home my Dad gave me the usual 'i need to know where you are at all times' lecture. I went upstairs and got on Facebook to see one of my friends' fake profile. Hmm ,I thought,maybe I should make one. I had made my decision. I looked up pictures of blasian girls and called the person 'Parïs Xang' . There was no turning back now. I clicked on sign up and began writing; im bored. Someone should txt me. I sent friend requests to everyone from school+. Instantly I had hits (thanks to my profile picture). I went to sleep. Let the games begin I thought.
CHAPTER 2:
The next day I began to write another status. This time it'd be ugly. I typed all the rumors I could come up with at the time. Names and every detail included. It wasn't long before everyone at school was talking. There were many candidates for who it could be, but I wasn't one. good, no, great! Soon teachers were involved. I felt panicked. My phone was clenched tight in my hands at all times. NOBODY could know. I'll take this secret yo my grave and die guilty. I had to do something. I wrote another Paris status stating that "I" absoluely despised Kendra (me). Soon everyone commented saying that Paris needed to back off their ride or die and that they would find out who I was and beat my @#$. They cared! Suddenly a horrible pain of guilt fell over me like a snake slowly squeezing me to death. The rest of the day I didnt say a word. I couldn't. My mind raced like wild mustangs horses. I didn't eat. I couldn't. My sister knew something was wrong. She couldnt.
CHAPTER 3:
The phone rang. It was my sister. I hurried to answer it before my Dad. Hello? Dad? I yelled through the phone to her. Dont call anymore! Text me!!!! Please! My Dad went into the restroom. I heard him on the phone andbkenew it was my other sister. When he came out he was mad. I haven't logged into Facebook in almost a year since then. I know its for the best though. Well at least now I that a screen lies.
